His name was George. Everyday at 3 o'clock, he would take his lunch break at the park near the local public school. He would climb on top of a lamp post, clutching a little plastic doll of a lady in his hand as a group of grade school children would run up to him, anxious to play with their favorite primate, . . . As they circled around him with model biplanes attached to sticks, he would swat at them. They made the sounds of pretend machine gun fire and George would pretend to be struck by bullets and pratfall from the lamp post. They all laughed. After an hour or so, the children all went home and George would smile as he walked back to his job performing durability tests for Samsonite luggage and safety apparel.